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[B]Name:[/B] Valvius Vulso

[B]Race:[/B] Imperial

[B]Sex:[/B] Male

[B]Age:[/B] 24

[B]Family Origins:[/B]
 Cyrodiil, born and raised. Vulso was born in Bruma but moved into the close mountain range. He preferred having a cabin in the great outdoors rather than being crammed in a place like Bruma. On a rare occasion, he will go back to Bruma and visit his family  or resupply his rather humble cabin.
[B]Appearance:[/B]

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[B]Equipment:[/B]
Hunting Bow
25 Iron Arrows
Steel Sword
Leather Armor

[B]Misc. Possessions:[/B]
Venison Roast (2)
Lockpicks (5)
Potion of Healing (3)
Elk Hide

[B]Family and Associations:[/B]
Both of his birth parents are still alive, although they are both on the edge of death. Vulso also has a younger sister who works as an alchemist. His entire living family all live in Bruma. Because of his sister, he has a few connection with the alchemists in Bruma, but not many.

[B]Favoured Skills:[/B]
Archery (High) 
Destruction (Moderate)
One Handed (Moderate)
Restoration (Moderate)
Smithing (Somewhat)
Sneak (Somewhat)
Speech (Somewhat)

[Indent][B]Spell List:[/B][/Indent]
Incinerate
Flames
Firebolt
Healing
Frostbite
Frostbolt
Flamecloak

[B]History:[/B]
Vulso has always been overly-trusting. Even when he was little, his mother often scolded him for taking sweets from strangers and listening to their stories. His mother, Viviene, was always overprotective, but none of it seemed to rub off on him. Valvius's friendliness towards strangers has earned him quite a few friends, but he was never really fond of people. He believed he should always be polite, and so he was. Valv has always had an interest in stories, whether it came from a person or a library. He was always in search of a new tale and often fell in love with stories of adventure and bravery. For a birthday present, Viviene had imported Olaf and the Dragon for him, which he immediately read and nearly memorized before he lost it. Vulso was inspired by the tales he had read and had always wanted to go out and explore. 
He wanted to save maidens, conquer beasts, and find rare treasures. He went on his first adventure when he was barely 15, but immediately regretted it. Valv had always had a habit of biting off more than he could chew, so his first self-given quest was to take down the bear that had been disturbing the homes on the edge of Bruma. Vulso's father agreed to train him in what he knew, which was basic fire and healing magic, along with the ability to shoot a bow and swing a blade. His father was a guard in the past, and in order to convince his father to train him, Val had tricked his father into believing he wanted to join the city guard. There was some truth to what he had said, he was going out to slay the bear so he could protect his people, but of course, that wasn't the end goal. 
When Vulso thought he was properly equipped he set out. The bear was northeast of town and was known for killing and eating anyone who was unlucky enough to get caught in its sights. Vul waited in a tree, near the place the bear was last spotted. He fired an arrow, but it barely even grazed the bear. It hurt the beast enough for it to pay attention to Val. That was the day he learned bears could climb trees. The bear rushed his hiding spot and was making it's way up. When it reached Vulso, it let out a bone-rattling roar before swatting him out of the tree. He fell, broke several of his bones, and was certain he was going to die. The bear was standing over him, ready to kill. Vulso closed his eyes, ready for the Gods to take him. But there was nothing. No roar, no swish, no pain. He opened one eye, and the bear was laying on the ground next to him, dead. Its head had been cut clean off. Standing over the corpse was his newfound hero, Brax Philidus. 
After Brax had saved his life, Vulso had insisted he shadow the man. At first, Philidus said no, but Val would not give up. It took a week of pestering, but Brax had finally let him apprentice. Philidus had shown him how to hunt, which required stealth and being better with a bow. After many months, Brax had finally honed Valvius's abilities enough that he was willing to take him on an adventure. This time there was a spriggan terrorizing a small woodcutter. It turned out there was more than one, and the pair were quickly overwhelmed. Using his basic understanding of destruction magic and the sword, Val managed to defend himself, but the magic beasts were only interested in Brax's demise. They seemed to remember the hunter and wanted revenge for all of the animals he had slain. The group of three spriggans got it, but only after losing two of their team. The final spriggan looked at Vulso, who was cowering in fear with nothing but an iron sword in his hands. He didn't know why, but the beast left him alone. After watching his hero die, Val lost his taste for adventure and promptly went home. 
For the years that passed, Val worked on a small farm, training his skills with what free time he had. He wanted to leave Bruma behind. To him, it only had memories of death. He wanted to train so when he finally saved up enough for a cabin, he would be ready for the dangers he would encounter in the wild. Three months before his 22nd birthday, he had earned enough from farm work to afford his own home. He took his armor, his weapons, and his memories and left Bruma behind. It had taken him a year, but he had started a new life. One that he was happy to call his own. Every now and then, he still hungered for adventure, but nothing he wanted to deal with showed up on the message boards. So he waited in his small cabin. He waited for adventure to come to him, since every time he had gone to it, things ended badly. 

[B]Personality:[/B]
Easily trusts people. 
Loves stories, especially those of adventure. 
Tries to be polite, but years of living away from civilization has caused him to lose some of his charm. 
Isn't really interested in people, but he tends to work well with others. He's more of a follower than a leader when it comes to groups, but when he's left to his own devices he tends to get things done. 
He enjoys the outdoors but tries to stay away from animals unless his needs food. He's learned enough from his couple of encounters that beasts are dangerous and should be left alone. 
He enjoys adventure but won't go out and find it. He's frightened to find his own adventure since from his past experiences it hasn't gone well. 
He values his friends and family but will put his own happiness above theirs. He believes if he isn't happy, how can he be expected to help others feel the same? 

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